The family story, often told by my mother, is that she ate half of a Black Diamond watermelon the night before I was born. I was born on a Monday, so she would have devoured this watermelon in New Orleans after a church social, which was after the evening worship service at some Baptist church.
My mother always said I was born with watermelon juice in my veins.
To this day, the first watermelon of summer is a special treat. And since I often seem to be traveling during early and mid July, the watermelon is often on a buffet, or in a fruit melange at some Pret-a-Porter or such.
This year the watermelon started in Bloomington, Indiana, and then continued at the Marriott hotel in Chicago. But since I’ve been home from the NATS conference, I’ve been through two watermelons.
And this week I served watermelon as dessert after a meal with others here at home.
And I’m having watermelon for breakfast daily.
Black Diamond season cannot come soon enough!
There are days when, based on my love of watermelon, I do think that I was perhaps born with watermelon juice in my veins.
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